My unofficial job is family historian. This sort of looks like Oscar the Grouch’s garbage can lid, really it’s a part of my history. This old flour lid is my great Grandmother’s pizza pan from the depression era. I have it because my family knew it would never end up in a box if I had it. The background is lined with recipes in my great Grandmothers hand, either in Italian or about pizza. Four pictures of my ancestors around the table top off my masterpiece. This is why I have been dubbed the family historian.
This image from last year was my great uncle Joe (also my first word and next to my Grandpa the most “awesomest ” guy ever! ) I had this image put on a coffee mug that read “dive right in have a cup of Joe” It was a huge hit! I learned a lot, my uncle was so good that he was recruited by the olympic swim team (since he beat them), only to be sent home because he couldn’t drink, smoke or indulge in the ladies. It wasn’t long after that he was sent off to the Korean war. I was also lucky enough to inherit a trident from that time that lives under my bed, within arms reach.
This year I choose to feature my great aunt, my grandma’s sister. I have an idea in my head of the picture, I don’t even know if it exists. There is this organization called The Civil Air Patrol, in the forties, in Ohio, my great aunt was the highest ranking female officer. There should be a picture of this right? I never do anything easy I swear! Four kids and a husband left behind, nobody knows where the photographic evidence of this has disappeared to. I have one last resource to try and then I have to go another way. This is a pretty unique piece of history that I would be proud to utilize, if I can find the picture. I can’t explain how it works? It’s like the chicken and the egg, I don’t know what comes first, but once I see the image I just know what to do with it. It’s why this is my responsibility.